"Y-Yes, thank you," Ursula gasped, clinging to Tear with a small, brave smile. "I think I sprained my ankle..." She was so focused on the acting that she didn't immediately notice Zexion. When he got close enough, however, some instinct in her rang warning bells so loud, the mask of damsel-in-distress almost slipped. She met his eyes, still leaning on Tear for support, and smiled for him as well. Somehow, this boy was hiding something, she could feel it...and she could certainly feel that he saw through her disguise. But how could that be? Very few people would be able to tell who and what she really was. It was best to be cautious.

"Thank you both for your concern," she simpered, wincing at the real pain in her foot -- Ursula had gone whole hog for this little play.